Chapter 168

The hallway was lined with glossy black tiles. A flat screen on the wall ran ads on loop.

“Grab a bite of synth-meat—good times for the whole family. Come try it~”

A bright, upbeat female voice sang the jingle. An orange logo flashed past, followed by a clownish mascot: a plucked whole chicken for a head, a grilled sausage for a mouth, fried eggs for eyes—raising one finger at the camera like it had a point to prove.